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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you! This is the day when everyone is Irish, and rivers run green in Chicago, the place of my birth. My Irish roots run deep. From my paternal grandmother Florence O’Malley to the ancient Gaels in my mothers family tree…Sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig!

I am the sum of many parts. My own DNA surges through my daughters’ veins and through them to their children. As I reflect on today’s reVerse I have to smile. Yes indeed, I am a messy tangled web. Aren’t we all! 😊


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 March 2019

…time waits for no one
cynics in love
she’s not finished,
the glitter
rubs against my leg
smoke mingled with the steam bellowing…
behind locked doors and walls
once hidden, now revealed
math applied in pictures, chaos
we are each someone’s
a messy tangled web

~kat


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 March 2019

I know I’ve written about truth before. And how it matters. To say that I have never told a lie would be a lie. And while it would be easy to categorize my brand of lies as omissions or “white” lies, the fact is, a lie is a lie and I’m guilty of bending the truth…okay I’ll say it…lying.

That being said I consider myself to be an honest person. What you see is what you get. I don’t have a separate online persona. If you ask me a question I will most always give you an honest answer. Um…except for those trick questions. You know the ones. Ask me if something makes you look fat, and I’ll likely try to defer the question or fudge the truth saying, ”define fat” or “maybe orange isn’t your color”. (Fingers crossed behind my back, eyes rolling).

The thing is, when I do let honesty slip a few notches, I feel horrible. I break out in a sweat, my stomach churns and I avoid eye contact at all costs. It takes me hours, sometimes longer to get over it. I’m not a good liar. I believe most of us are like this. We don’t easily resort to lying. Our moral compass is relatively intact. We can be trusted. Our word means something.

All this makes the current state of our society feel like an upside down, inside out, nightmare. We are fed a daily dose of whoppers by our president and those trying to defend him. And those who oppose him are not immune to bending the truth either, especially when an exaggeration or twisted truth supports their cause du jour.

What is a society to do when finding the truth is an effort? Most people won’t expend the energy. They’ll just go on with living and hope for the best. And they don’t like it when you point out that something is a lie. I know. I’ve tried. I’ve stopped trying. It’s a dilemma. I often wish I could just go about my day, ignoring the lies. But I can’t.

Reality sucks. I get it now. That catchy phrase you see on bumper stickers and spray-painted on shadowy underpasses. Reality does suck. Call me crazy, but seeing those words scrawled on a wall or a bridge brings me comfort. It tells me I’m not the only person on the planet who is awake. But oh, some days I feel so tired.

Peace out my peeps.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 March 2019

stirring my wild tendencies
precious moments that are everything
something’s terribly wrong
a nod or a knowing glance
making me stumble again
middling to high, hot hell to beat
things like reality and facts
it’s playing always, in my heart

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


January Biolet #30

the dopplers never lie to us
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
panic surges and then nothing
a spot of rain for all this fuss
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
the dopplers never lie to us

~kat

So…true story. I live in a mid-Atlantic state. When the weather forecasters utter the “s” words, snow…sleet…people here panic. Now I grew up in Chicago and it’s suburbs, so I’m not used to this sort of thing. We learned how to drive in the stuff as teenagers. Not here. The prospect of an inch or two of snow followed by freezing rain and plummeting temperatures causes all manner of mayhem. Schools and businesses close. Store shelves are depleted of milk and bread and if you happen to be at work when the stuff starts coming down there is a steady shuffle to the parking lot to get home before it gets bad. I know, because my cubicle is situated at the exit door.

Yesterday was one such weather event day. Just after noon a light rain started. My desk is near a window so there was an occasional glance over my shoulder to assess the situation. “Here it comes!” said one onlooker. “You need to get out and home before it gets bad,” said another. “Don’t stay too late.” “Be careful out there.” By now the schools had closed, so the parents were the first to escape danger. Then the rest of the staff made their way out into the tempest, which after an hour or so, had passed. The sky was bright blue with a few soft wisps of white. But the weather forecasters had told us to expect up to two inches of snow. One can’t be too careful you know. It all made me laugh!

As for me, I stayed on to the end of my shift. I got a lot of work done. No interruptions. And when it was time to go, I was rewarded with the most beautiful red sky sunset.

So that is what inspired my Biolet today. There were still rumblings if doom uttered today. It’s supposedly going to be very cold, not as cold as those North of us are facing, but cold. It is winter after all. This too shall pass. 😄🤣😄


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 January 2019

I find myself growing numb to the endless onslaught of atrocities perpetrated by our government. How many more children can we separate from parents, how many loyal federal workers, force to work with no pay, how many closed door meetings with dictators will we tolerate, how many policy disasters decreed by tweet, how many alliances with the vile underbelly of society, murderers, racists, mysogynists, liars, criminals, until we say enough? There is of course, as conservatives will remind us, blame on both sides. It’s true, we could all do much better, working together while laying aside our differences for the common good. But I take issue with false comparison that all sides are equally at fault for our problems. There is a common denominator at the root of every issue. A single person, I’ll-equipped to hold the honorable office of President, who nevertheless claimed that title, with our help, and it is becoming increasingly evident, with the help of foreign enemies. I am numb.

How can people still support the infantile tantrums of this hateful man? I have come to realize that most people don’t pay attention to the news like I do. They only pay attention when they are personally affected by bad policy. Longer, slower lines at the airport, our food supply growing unsafe, unemployment rising due to decreased cashflow, services interrupted, garbage and human waste accumulating in public places, teachers on strike, healthcare costs surging, stagnant wages while corporate executives and shareholders reap record profits. These things are getting worse by the day.

Trump supporters would like to blame the democrats for these ills. “But Obama…” “her emails…” “Benghazi” “fake news” are still go-to catch phrases that justify supporting the con artist they call their president. I hold these diehards accountable for the mess we are in. I wish I could look the other way, look past their reckless decision, and support of a man that puts all of us in peril. But I want them to own it. To admit they screwed up. To wake up and come to their senses. I do acknowledge that I play a role in the chasm between us. I can’t forgive their willful ignorance. I can’t un-know the fact that by their vote, these people sold all of us out to a monster. I warned them this would happen. Why wouldn’t they listen? How could they vote against their own best interest?

Of course they don’t want to talk politics. But their day is coming. The piper is coming to collect. The misery is trickling down. And so, I’m grateful for the numbness. Who would I be if I delighted in their suffering. Being numb helps me let go of my need for redress. When I’m being honest with myself I realize I want those who voted for this to pay. And in that sense I am no different. We all have a dark side. It is becoming harder to keep the darkness at bay. But I’m weary of the fight. I’m tired of being angry. Being numb is a blessed reprieve from the madness.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 January 2019

there is more to her short story

can you see her?

a gentle hand can turn the page

i tell you

don’t you worry

we can’t unsee, we can’t un-know

you certainly can’t blame the muse

I’ve been called worse, if you must know

cold and darkness overcoming

clouds can’t dim her face this night

flickering in the darkness

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I never know what I’m going to get when I look back each week to lift a line from each day’s musings. Sometimes the resulting re-verse is a random jumble of thoughts, but I am always amazed by the final poem. Sometimes it just clicks. Like today.

It would be an understatement to say that 2018 was a rough year, globally as well as personally. There were bright spots of course. The birth of a new grandchild sweetened our summer and the opportunity to save the life of an abandoned puppy was a joyful honor, but the challenges we encountered throughout the remainder of the year tested our patience and faith in goodness. 2018 was a year of survival. Unemployment, blatant discrimination, milestones with estranged family lost, and the heartache of missing my beloveds.

Enter 2019, a clean slate symbolically, a new Congress and truth finally coming to light on the world front…people waking up. And closer to home, a new job for my partner to help ease the financial burden that weighed heavy on me (and my tiny paycheck) for half of the previous year. A new acceptance of things I cannot change and a newfound appreciation for the family that I am blessed with. We survived! But more than that, we are thriving, a year older, wiser and filled with a sense of grace. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know we’re going to be okay. I know it from my core. That’s what surviving and being present in the passing of seasons teaches us.

Will there be challenges in 2019? I am sure of it. Will we make it through? Chances are good that we will. There are sure to be bright spots, and magnificent triumphs too. There is grace enough to see us through it all. Grace enough to hold us when we need to remember to breathe and savor the moment. I wish you abundance, good health, and peace in the coming year. I wish you grace.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I notice sounds that I’ve ignored
something real
wounded hearts take time to heal
it’s bubbling
there is no reasoning with them
there is no rustling of leaves
devoured in calamity
her crystal gown is drenched in sleet
miracles, just a breath away
though we have lost our way

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


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